think about you The government tells us dirty lies, The media covers up our eyes So we never see the whole truth It kinda reminds me... reminds me of you! And
Sometimes i feel like i'm the only one not growing up The only one that's still having fun Remember when you and i Skateboarded through the night Underneath
world, f***in bombs and beating hearts. and it just feels so right. how could it ever be wrong? and she and i we share a kiss as we light our fire bombs. and
7th of may, after a long stint of drinking and faring the waves. we're pirate's we three and out home is the sea, what good is life without liberty? the beating of hearts and
? Am i going to break free? or will i become my dad? I've recognized the situations and looked at what's inside I'm working on a better me and taking
we were friends such a long time ago? When we would skateboard and dumpsterdive in the sun rain and snow? When we would meet up down by the river and
lets start today quit your job and learn to play Sail away and never look back You and me fuck society what good is life without liberty I'm serious like a heart attack a heart
Heart when we went looking behind the mini mart. we traveled far and it hurt our feet. we tipped over a tub filled with grease from some meat. we
, and now them niggaz swearin they Pac Stop that, and watch ya back, we ain't forgot bout cha These glocks hot, and when shot, it'll bring the bitch up
moving up another notch And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed and locked You'se a beat
this muthafucka Nigga I'm rollin', and ain't leavin' this muthafucka untill somebody dead! And even though we know niggas bust back. Big bullets givin' muthafuckas heart
I just can't sleep I got something running around my head That just won't keep In the silence I hear my heart beating, time slippin' away I got a time bomb
Rowdy on a beat like a motherfucking mosh pit Oh my gosh it's Webby baby watch it No holding back when roll a phat L up I only bomb shit I'm the bomb
all over the cash now that you're actually grass high kids taking and sliping away look at you tricking and sipping its clicking the trigger and so is
give a fuck, bring the rough one time And I think we should all get down and busy Say the four word and you spin until your dizzy Niggas say who is he
pop it And I'm still quick with mines, sick with mines Only cup OZ's no nicks and dimes In the club on the low new kicks and shines And still get cards
CD changer in her car And I'm in every single slot, and you're not, awww I'm the logo on that Dallas Cowboy helmet, a star And I'm not about to sick back
